Classic "A" Butchery

Sometimes when I'm shopping at my local grocery store, the 'thriftygirl' in me comes out. I admit it, I enjoy shopping the Manager's Specials shelf. There. I said it. I'll admit that sometimes buying the Manager's Special meat makes me nervous. Then I laugh at me and think of the butcheries in Kenya. I think it's hilarious that this one is named Classic Butchery because it is a classic example of the many butcheries.

There is a gigantic hunk of nondescript meat hanging in the unrefrigerated window, teeming with hungry flies. When your order is placed, the butcher waves the flies away, hacks off a chunk - fat, ligaments, shattered bone, and all - using a less than pristine machete. He then slaps that bad boy down, wraps it up in newspaper (lead ink poisoning anyone?) and sends you on your merry way. Perspective, people, perspective.